Recipe - Ison

Snowflakes

Melt down:

This heart is tired of

Wearing crowns

Pierced coin

From a distant land

May your void be filled with

Wonder

Downstairs in this cell

I’m brewing my spell

Four hundred and eighty sec

And then I’ll hang it 'round my neck

A pinch of

Pink salt

To bring the gratitude hidden in

Teardrops

A spit of

An old friend

'cause loneliness on this plane is

A nonsense, a nonsense

Four words will set my charm:

A mutual frail thankful awe

Four hundred and eighty sec

And then I’ll hang it 'round my neck

Oh Guardian, please take my gift

And open the gate for me

Four hundred and eighty sec

And now look, it’s hanging down my neck